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COPYRIGHT 1922 






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OCT -9 1922 



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LIBERTY 

Our hearts cr yout with joy 
There's peace thruout the world, 

Tho in years of peace or war 
Forever be our flag unfurled. 

Liberty a flaming torch aloft 
Of justice patriotism and love 

Burning bright and likened to 
The screaming eagle that soars 
above. 

We love the stars and stripes 
Because o fthe things they stand, 

Liberty and justice above all else 
We desire for this beautiful land. 

May liberty and justice reign supreme 
And long may old glory wave, 

And forever shall it be protected 
By heroes of the brave. 

Our nation strong and bold 
And brave on land o rsea, 

We'll defend it with our lives 
Our nation shall be free. 

Liberty bell ring on, ring on, 
Till it echoes round the world. 

And liberty be its message 

From the stars and stripes unfurled. 

Old Glory shall forever wave 

And tyrany never be. 
Our lives we pledge and give 

To keep our nation free. 



EASTER 

Let joy alone fill your heart. 
And thought of Christ and love 

For him who died upon the cross 
For him who'se risen up above 

Let's not think only of flowers 
And colored eggs on Easter day 

But of our Saviors guiding hand 
To cling to all the weary way. 

Even the lillies in their purity 
Whisper he is risen up above, 

They know how great his sacrifice 
His sacrifice of purest love. 



SAILOR BOY 

Oh sailor boy hail to thee 
Who so bravely sails the sea, 

You stand in uniform of blue 

For your country staunch and true. 

Oh sailor boy so far from home. 
O'er the boundless sea you roam, 

How fearlessly you sail the sea, 
That our country might be free. 

Oh sailor boy haste the time 

When you return to freedom's clime, 

Happy then will be your life 

When peace has ended bloody strife. 

Oh sailor boy brave and true 

Who sails the ocean deep and blue, 

Away from those so near your heart, 
Indeed you are so far apart. 

Oh sailor boy you'd never run 
But stand ready at your gun, 

Alert you are but always grin, 
You will either die or win. 

Oh sailor boy your heart will yearn 
For the time when you return 

Across the ocean deep and blue 
To friends who are sincere and true. 

Oh sailor boy so far away 

But you'll come home some day, 

Boundless then will be our joy. 
Haste the time oh sailor boy. 



THE MORNING SUN 

Poets rave about the beauty, 
Of the golden sunset scene. 

But the radiance of the sunrise 
Is the fairest thing I've seen. 

Oh the splendor of the morning 
As the sun comes into view, 

The meadows grassy slope 

Glistening with the morning dew. 

There can be no fairer scene 
Than the early morning sun, 

It radiantly with splendor sings 
When the day is just begun. 

When the evening shadows fall 
We think of rest to come. 

But the early morning sun 
Whispers of work to be done. 



CHILDHOOD REVRIES 

When I was a mere kid, 

Just a little strip of a tad, 
I must a' been cause ma said 

For a kid Fse awful bad. 
Ma wanted me to be a good kid. 

You know her pride and joy, 
But I sure missed my calling 

'Cause I ought to been a boy. 

My hair was long and hung 

In pigtails down my back. 
Till I git the scissors one day 

And cut it all off awhack. 
Now that made ma awful mad, 

And she clipped it off real close 
And said I must stay home 

Till my hair begins and grows. 

We had a donkey at one time 

It bit me in the back, 
Hurt my shoulder awful bad 

And made it blue and black, 
I'd run the hogs for fun, 

Git on and try to ride, 
They must a got too hot 

For one laid down and died. 

For me to be a good child 

Was ma's allurs constant wish 
I went down to the creek once 

And brought back some crawfish, 
I put them in the dishwater, 

I thought they'd git ma's hand. 
They did, and then you can bet 

I got my little jacket tanned. 

I tried to make the chickens swim 

And drowned all but three. 
As usual ma found that out 

And she surely laid it onto me. 
When I got up the proper size 

Ma said I should go to school. 
But the teacher didn't do to suit me 

And I never liked her rule. 



A BLUE STAR CHANGED TO GOLD 

Oh the pain and the misery 

And the anguish that is never told, 
When the little star upon the flag, 

Is changed from blue to shining gold. 

The star that turned to gold 

When someone mid the battle strife 

Answered the call to come home, 
He fought, he fell, he gave his life. 

Oh the miseiy and the awful pain. 
That no tears will e'er efface, 

Of a face in the golden star, 
Forever smiling through space. 

There's a vision in that holy star. 
No pain or tears can ever dim 

Of a soldier dying over there 

And comrades lying all about him. 

Oh dying boy on the battlefield 

Could I to my ai-ms enfold 
But I can only clasp a flag 

With a blue star changed to gold. 

Oh little flag in the window there 
With a star that once was blue, 

That told of a soldier over there 
A soldier that was brave and true. 

A soldier bowed to the beast of war 
As the scythe of death he wields 

One more star changed to gold, 

One more cross in Flanders fields. 



A FADED FLOWER 

In a book I've found 

An olden memory 
Just a faded flower 

But in memory dear to nie. 

Just a loving mento. 
Of the sv/eet long ago. 

Whether is the giver 
I really do not know. 

Oh faded flower to me, 

Sweet memoiy you recall, 
Of happy blissful days 
In the golden dreamy fall. 



DAUGHTERS OF AMERICA 

Daughters of America, press on, 
With your noble cause be bold, 

Keep old Glory flaunting high 
And your public schools uphold. 

Press on with your noble cause 
Daughters of America I commend, 

Your schools uphold and Bible cherish 
Pledged your nation to defend. 

Daughters of America, press on, 
Flaunt your principles on high. 

Put the Bible in your schools 
And keep old Glory in the sky. 

Workers for a noble cause, press on. 
Let nothing daunt your enthusiasm 

Gling to your flag and the Bible 
And bonds of Love, Loyalty and 
Patriotism. 

Daughters of America staunch and true 
Patriotic and loyal are they, 

Pressing forward for the right. 
As should every D. of A. 



CROSS OF CALVARY 

Upon the cross of Calvary 

The Savior died to set me free. 

His blood has washed my sins away. 
How much the Lord has done for me. 

My blessed Savior's gone before 
He will prepare a home for me, 

I will follow in his Tootsteps 

For his blood has made me free. 

Won't we forsake the paths of sin? 

When for us he gave his life, 
That we might from sin be free 

And step aside from paths of strife. 

Upon the blessed cross of Calvary 

With a crown of thorns upon his head. 
The Savior gave his life for us. 
And now he's risen from the dead. 

He's gone a home to prepare, 
In the wonderful land of love, 

Where we'll reign supreme with him 
In the land of eternal light above. 



JUST ACROSS THE RIVER 

(Opposite Portsmouth) 
I stand in old Kentucky 

And think how kind is fate, 
To permit me such a vision 

Of the grand old buckeye state. 

Words fail me or I would express 
The beauty of this wonderous scene, 

But I have no words to tell you 
Of the beauty I have seen. 

Up and down the river bank 
There's a city fair to me, 

Beyond the acres broad and fair 
The valley and the hills I see. 

I watch the rivers wending way 
I see a big excursion boat, 

I see a throng of people there 
And hear the music of the caliope 

I look around me over here 
And I call this natures lands, 

Across the river over there 
I see a city built by hands. 

As I gaze across the river. 
The Ohio deep and wide, 

I think how fair a scene 
Just over on the other side. 



SCHOOLDAYS 

The teacher always picked on me, 

What made her do it I can't say, 
I'll bet she stood me in the corner 

As much as twenty times a day. 

She saw me draw her picture on the wall 
And then I thought it was a sin, 

She drew a ring upon the blackboard 
And made me put my nose therein. 

Sometimes she put me on a stool. 
And made me wear the dunce cap. 

Guess she thought I'd feel ashamed 
But I didn't give a snap. 

One day I got it back on her, 
For the way she'd treated me, 

I v/rote a verse upon the boadr 
And signed my name you see. 

"An old buzzard flew up from the south 
With our teacher in his mouth. 

Don't you think he was a fool 

To drop her here to teach our school." 

She didn't have to ask who wrote it. 
Cause right there was my name. 

When she sent and got a hickory 
I thought it was a shame. 

I knew I'd get it then. 

And not be long about it, 
She gave it free and freely. 

And don't you never doubt it. 

I don't know why I was so bad. 
Most every day I'd have a fight, 

I always picked 'em youngr'n me 
And teacher said it wasn't right. 

I tried to get her point of view 
But to save my life Icouldn't see 

No fun in tackling some big stiff 
Who could peel three like me. 

When vy:ation time comes round. 
You bet yer' life I'se always glad, 

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Now when I think of old school days 
I always feel a little sad. 



MOTHER 

My heart is filled with tenderness 
For you Oh mother of mine, 

I cannot tell my love for you 
In this simple little rhyme. 

You nursed my childhood woes 

Kissed my soitows all away, 
Your tender hand was always near 

To sooth6 my head when tired of play. 

I looked to you for all my comfort 
And mother dear you never failed, 

You made me think of brighter things 
If a broken toy my heart bewailed. 

In later years when I grew up. 

Mother mine, you were my comfort still 

You have straightened out my ti-oubles 
With your kind and patient will. 

Mother when you have older grown 
May I your comfort always be 

And soothe your troubles all av/ay. 

As through my life you've acne for me. 

FAREWELL TO THE SOUTH 

I bid the sunny south good bye, 

To the snowy north I go. 
Exchange a land of sunshine 

For one of ice and snow. 

I have bid my friends farewell. 
On my journey now I speed. 

Whirling past familiar scenes. 
Fields of cotton, grain and feed. 

The little towns, I know so well, 

Will soon be left behind. 
Others to compare with these 

I'm sure I shall not find. 

When I am far away 

And days arp long and drear, 

My thought will turn to memory 
I have in mind so clear. 

My journey seems so long to me, 

I am going far away. 
Never more will I return 

Along this pleasant way. 

I'll try to liko the chilly north 

I soon shall call my home 
Love it as I have the south 

And care no more to roam. 



UPON THE HILL 

Just out of the city is a hill 
It stands in its majesty there, 

You can see from its lofty heights 
The city below so bright and fair. 

Upon the hill above the city, 

There's a fragrant breath of spring, 

Where the violets bloom so modest 
And the birds so joyously sing. 

There's a long and narrow trail 
Awinding up the highest hill, 

Away from the grind of the city. 
Where I can wander alone at will. 

I follow up that winding trail 
And pick the modest violet there, 

Up to the height of the hill I climb 
And breathe the fragrance in the air. 

Below me is the busy city. 

There's throngs of people on the street, 
And speeding cars go flashing by, 

LTp here the air is pure and sweet. 

So often when I'm busy there 
Upon the hill I fain would go 

Where I could rest my weary mind 
And leave the city far below. 

THE MOONLIGHT TRAIL 

The long long trail is calling me 
Out into the beautiful night. 

There I'll revel under the stars. 

Under the moon of pale silver white. 

Oh where will I find the key 
To the forbidden city of dreams 

That beckons me on from afar 

Faintly calling thru' the moonbeams. 

The dewsprinkled beckoning highway 
Murmurs of dreams to come tme, 

Just over the hill thini the lane 

And the meadows asparkle with dew. 

The night is sighing and singing 
Luring me on over the highway, 

Thru the windblown beckoning night. 
And the dew glistening meadows of hay. 

The spell of the great outdoors 

Flows as wine in my veins. 
Moonlight on the grassy meadows 

Sparkling with dew drops of rain. 

The road that winds on forever 
And the night, Oh w^hat a night, 

I shall follow the long long trail 
Under the moon of pale silverwhite. 



LOVE'S COURSE 

The judge has performed the ceremony, 
The last good byes have been said, 

Mid the showers of rice and old shoes 
On their honeymoon journey they sped. 

They're gaily off on a flying start. 

The imp of true love setting the pace, 

Of the glorious days of their honeymoon 
Time will never its memory efface. 

Oh the days of their honeymoon bliss, 
The glamour of love their delight, 

The vows they took for loves' sake 
Were, nothing their love could blight. 

But as time flies heedlessly on, 

Love slowly is drifting away, 
Their illusions of life are shattered, 

And love was the dream of another day. 

Each wounding the pride of the other 
Has brought the ache of dull care, 

Each misunderstanding the other 

And each thinking the other not fair. 

Avoiding a crash is impossible now, 

For the harshness of bitter words said, 

Has ended it all between them forever, 
The spirit of love has sorrowing fled. 

When love has completely burned out. 
Then the only remaining course, 

Is to go dovrn and engage an attorney, 
Step into the courts an dget a divorce. 



WHEN THE BLUE BIRDS SING AGAIN 

When the skies dark and heavy 
And the clouds are bringing rain, 

Lo the skies will brighten 

When the blue birds sing again. 

When the heart is heavy laden 
And the teardrops token pain, 

There will come a throb of joy 
When the blue birds sing again. 

Though the storms wage wildly 

The darkest days will wane, 
And the clouds show their silver lining, 

When the blue birds sing again. 

When the blossomed spring is here 

And the birdies sing their sweet refrain, 

The mellowed notes are sweeter 
If the blue birds sing again. 



THE DISILLUSIONED CITY 

I am alone in a far away city, 
Just a vastness of space to me, 

The city that once I reveled in. 
In a life of glitter and gaiety. 

Now I am alone and lonely, 

I've searched for the glitter again 

That the city once held for me 

But alas, I have searched in vain. 

I've searched until I am tired. 

But the imp of temptation has fled. 

The glitter of life has tarnished. 
My love for the city is dead. 

The devious ways of the city 

Have lost their attraction for me. 

The glitter and tinsel has faded 
And only the tarnish I see. 

I am alone in a far away city, 
There's no place I call my own, 

The illusions of life have all faded, 
And left me alone, all alone. 

The city has lost its appeal to me, 
I sigh as the evening shadows wan, 

And look again for the tinsel aglitter, 
But the lure of the city is gone. 



MUSINGS 

When winters winds so wildly blow 
I sit and watch the cheerful glow 

Of the fire that sparkles in the grate 
And wonder as the night gets late. 

In my musings I strive to find 
Threads of memory to unwind, 

Of my childhood long ago, 

Hours spent on frolic to and fro. 

Schooldays too are not forgotten, 

Time spent at play and lesson rotten, 

But learned more in later days 

Which justly called for teachers praise. 

Hours spent on golden dreams 

But ever and anon it seems, 
That castles always shattered are 

Before they're built up very far. 

As I watch the leaping flames, 

I see friends some of their names 

Are most forgotten, oh memory! 
That stirs my heart within me. 

Of days gone by so long ago, 

Of summers sun and winters snow. 

What do they bring as years go by? 
We cannot know and yet we sigh. 

My rnusings take me far away 

From thoughts I meant my mind to stay. 

I look into the fire and am afraid, 

To think of all the changes time had made. 



THE OHIO RIVER 

The sunset on the river 

In its splendor golden green, 

How peaceful lies the water 
Could there be a rarer scene? 

The big bridge spans the river 
As a rainbow spans the sky. 

Green and gold the water ripples 
As the big boat sails by. 

Gold and purple hang the clouds 
As the sun drops ouf of sight. 

Oh the beauty of the river 
As the evening's changed to night. 



VICTORY LOAN APPEAL 

Come on buy a Victoiy bond 

You Americans who never slack, 

Come on buy a bond to day 
Help to bring our boys back. 

Come on buy a victory bond 

Buy a dozen if you can 
Its for country and our boys 

Be a loyal woman or man. 

Come on buy a Victory bond 

Help your uncle Sam, buy today, 

Help pay off the debt of war 
Won by boys so far away. 

Come on buy a Victory bond. 
Come on up and don't delay, 

Come on, finish up your job 

Show your patriotism while you may. 

Come on up, don't be stingy 

Remember it is just a loan. 
For boys who fought and won 

And are waiting anxious to be home. 

So come on up buy a bond, 

Bring our boys over the sea 
Back to a home they love, 

Land of the brave and the free. 

Come on buy a victory bond, 

Buy it if you possibly can. 
Come on. do your patriotic duty. 

Prove vou are a true American. 



EFFIE 

Oh do not mourn for me 
I am in a land so fair, 

Where there is no pain or sorrow 
And my life is free from care. 

Time passes not to me 

In a land of cloudless day, 

I have tread the golden stair. 
And entered heavens gateway. 

Cease repining and remember 

Through the day and the night, 

With the angels I am waiting 
In a robe of spotless white. 



FAITH 

There's a land so bright and fair 
But the road is far and long, 

That leads to the happy land 

Where singing angels gaily throng. 

Tho the way be long and weai-y 
Theres a bright and shining light, 

That leads your weary footsteps on 
If your faith be ever bright. 

If trouble and sin cling to you 

Till you almost sink beside the way 

Faith will lift your sorrowtorn soul 
Into the land of perfect day. 

Just follow his guiding footsteps 
They will lead you safely home 

Across the treacherous trail of sin 
And you will care no more to roam. 

Do you need a helping hand? 

Why not leave the sinful way? 
Go with him to a home above, 

Take up your cross and start today. 

I shall take him at his words, 
Of whosoever will may come 

And go rejoicing on my way 
For my soul from sin is won. 

Thru faith alone I follow on 
Up the long and narrow way 

That leads on into the land 
Of a bright and eternal day. 



GOLDEN RULES 

Hate and jealousy pass them by. 
They can only sorrow bring, 

The nettles flower may be white 
But don't forget the sting. 

If your neighbor talks about another 
Pass her by with this in mind, 

While she's friendly to your face 
If you're gone a fault she'll find. 

If you should hear a story 
About your foe or friend. 

Do not pass it on to others 
But with you let it end. 

Try to follow the golden rule 
Always let your motto be 

"Do unto others as I would 
That they should do unto me." 



THE FLAG UPON THE HILL 

Upon the hill there's a flag, 

That's waving all the day, 
It tells us of a grave. 

Of someone gone away. 

He served the grand old flag 
And then went home to rest 

We are left behind sad and lonely 
While he's waiting with the blest. 

I look upon the hill and see 

The wave of the red, white and blue, 

That tells of a soldier gone to rest, 
A soldier who was brave and true. 

There's a mother left behind, 
A darling mother old and gray, 

As she sees the colors waving there 
She mourns for him who went away. 

There's a father aged and worn. 

Whose eyes are dimmed with tears, 

For a son so young to go, 
Just four and twenty years. 

There's the flag upon the hill 

The colors tried and tiiie, 
Stripes of crimson red and snowy white, 

And shining stars upon the blue. 

We look upon the grassy hill 
Where the grand old colors wave 

But it makes us sad to think 
It tells us of a soldier's grave. 



PINCHING SHOES 

I flaunt a handsome pair of shoes 
Of dark and lovely chocolate brown, 

Tho I almost have to limp a little 
As I g-o walking over the town. 

Just to see those pretty shoes, 
You would never know the pain 

Of that ache and hateful pinch, 
But I'll wear them over again. 

Others do admire my shoes I'm sure, 
And of course how proud I feel. 

While in my heart I cry with pain 
Oh my blistered aching heel. 

The pain of a blistered heel 
Just hurts for days and days, 

But how very stylish are my shoes 
So ft must be fashions ways. 

What makes me follow fashion's creed 
When in my heart I would refuse. 

But society demands I wear them 
So I put on my pinching shoes. 

Those shoes my pride and joy, 
Of course they must be worn, 

If someone should say they hurt 
I would answer no, with scorn. 

And they sre so very stylish, 
I guess that's why I choose 

To go alon- with a blistered heel 
In a pair of new brown shoes. 



BIRTHDAY WISHES 

Dear heart to you I send 

On your birthday flowers of love, 

My thoughts turn to you 

As if on the wings of a dove. 

My wish to you on this day 

Is for fi-iends sincere and true. 

May your life be always smiles 
And time bring only joy to you. 

My loving wish to you dear heart 

That flowers may bloom thru lifes way 

Sincerest love so warm and time, 
I send on this your birthday. 

The fairest flowers that blow 
In the glittering moi-hing dew. 
And the dearest treasurer on earth 
Is my birthday wish to you. 



A VISION 

I saw a vision in the air, 

It was very clear to me, 
If you will receive the message 

You will from sin be free. 

For the vision plainly said. 
If you will repent and pray, 

Put your faith and trust in him, 
Your sins will all be washed away. 

In the vision there's our father 

And the lamb caught in the briers, 

Which represents the human soul 
Sank deep into the sinful mires. 

The little lamb lost and alone. 
From the fold had strayed away 

When he cries out to the master 
He will come by night or day. 

So if we sink in sands of sin. 

We must repent, have faith and pray. 

He will lend a helping hand. 
If we trust him all the way. 

WESTERN STARS 
Oh light of a western star. 

That beckons to me from afar, 
Oh star with a silvery gleam 

Out there in the desert sheen. 

Under skies so bright and blue. 
Where the stars whisper to you 

You breathe the fragrant desert air 
And wonder v/hy life is so fair. 

Oh land of the great southwest, 
Where the soul of man may rest, 

Away from the gleam of a city's light. 
Alone out there in the starry night. 

Out there where the cactus grows 
And the sands of the desert blows, 

As you follow the desert trail 
^01], can hear the coyote wail. 

When it's near the close of day 

I long to be so far away. 
Away from the glint of speeding cars, 

Out under the gleaming western stars. 

Oh western land of cactus bloom 
You could soon dispell my gloom, 

Could I but cross the sandbars 
Under the light of western stars. 



HOW I MET HIM 

I'll tell you how I met him 

My soldier boy you knoAv, 
This may seem very strange 

But nevertheless it's so. 
I'd had some photos made 

And went back to see my proof 
And in the photo gallery 

I met a soldier youth. 

I'd had a slight accident 

Doing an acrobatic thing 
And knocked my arm out of place 

And carried it in a sling, 
Now this touched his sympathy, 

He asked for the cause of it all, 
I told him how it happened 

Explaining the cause of my fall. 

One word called for another, 

He suggested we go to a show, 
We went afternoon and night, 

He didn't depart till late you know, 
When the witching hour of twelve 

Draws near it is getting late 
And romance comes floating in 

Who knows the hand of fate? 

He told me of the old Kentucky homey 

Half seriously half in fun. 
He asked to take me there where 

We'd watch the golden setting sun. 
Half seriously half in fun 

I answered yes I'd like to go 
I cannot tell you all about it 

But nevertheless it happened so. 

We took a chance each on the other 

And one week later we were wed. 
And no lamb more willingly 

Was ever to the altar led. 
Together we will sail life's sea. 

On our journey we will start 
Both will trast each the other 

Vowing never more to part. 



TWO COMRADES 

Over there in the trenches 

While the battle fiercely raged, 

Two soldiers fought side by side 
While the cannon spit and blazed. 

One went dashing over the top, 
In the height of the battle fray, 

Fortune of chance had favored him 
And guided him all the way 

He came back a noted hero 

A medal of bravery on his coat 

The other lies beneath the sod 
And one returned a man of note. 

The other sank beside the way 
When a bullet pierced his heart. 

How sad to hear his comrade tell, 
Of the way they had to part. 

After the battle fought and won, 
Our hero found his comrade there 

His gun and gas mask lying near. 
He held a lock of golden hair. 

A tiny Bible and a photograph 
Was pressed close to his heart. 

That told his dying thoughts 

Were of God and someone far apart. 

There's a cross in Flanders fields. 
That tell of a soldier gone before, 

His gun and gas mask left behind, 
For he'll never need them any more. 



TO THE BOYS IN FRANCE 

A tribute I pay to the boys. 
The boys far over the sea, 

They who fought for their country 
That the world might be free. 

How bravely fought and fell, 
And their lives they freely gave. 

Their greatest thought and only aim 
Was to their country save. 

Some of them will not return, 

In France their bodies will remain, 

But their spirits surely know, 
Their sacrifice was not in vain. 



DAILY VACATION BIBLE SCHOOL 

See the happy children gather 
Daily at the Glenwood school, 

Something different going on, 
Tis Vacation Bible School! 

Teachers, pastors all united. 

Working hand in hand together, 

Teaching little children Jesus, 
Heeding not the sultry weather. 

See the eager children waiting 
Anxious for their morning talk, 

Learning more about the master, 
How to close beside him walk. 

How to sing and praise him too, 
How to trust him all the way. 

Teachers guiding helping hand, 
Teaching children how to pray. 

Taught in their respective rooms 
How to work and how to play, 

How to get the most of life 
Playing fair in every way. 

Learning useful things as well 
How to bind and how to sew, 

How to whittle out of wood, 
And how to make the sailboats go. 

How to sew an even seam. 

How to cut and how to baste, 

An I the scrapbooks dandy made 
From the learning how to paste. 

And the games they've learned to play 

Striving always to be fair. 
For playing isn't any fun 

Unless you play upon the square. 

How to fair and even be. 

How to follow the golden rule, 

These are part of many things 
Learned in vvonderful Bible school. 

The teachers, pastors work together 
Teaching Christ with one accord, 

United prayers sent up together 
Answered by our Christ and Lord. 

With supervision from afar, 
God's inspiration sent her here 

To help New Boston's Bible school, 
May she help us every year. 

If temptation step beside you. 
Ignore it with contempt cool, 

And remember things you've learned, 
Learned in wonderful Bible school. 



Chapman &. Kennedy, Printers 
Portsmouth, Ohio 



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